My bags are packed, and I know you are close.
So here are all the versions I’ve written out.
For all thinkers of death/mortality and what happens later.
A task in working it all out.
Don’t read too much into it though.
It’ll figure itself out.
I grew up non-religious, had a grandmother who we found out was Jewish only after she died and a grandfather on the other side an early-day Scientologist.
I don’t pray, but meditate, and think of nature and I like calm.
I wrote these short few lines after spending lots of time thinking about death throughout the year.
Thinking about how others think about death. Why they think about it and if they think about it this way.
I had only one of the below for those I leave behind, but I wanted to leave more for those who might not know me and to connect with in a different way
So here it all is for all different beliefs, ideas, notions or concepts for what (could) greets us after death.
Original:
Somewhere. But always here with you. In the sky, in memory, in nature and wherever you find comfort, I am in and at peace.
Thinking beyond original:
Ascended into somewhere. But always here with you. In the sky, in memory, in nature and wherever you find comfort. I am in/at peace.
Descended, somewhere. But always here with you. In memory, in nature and wherever you find comfort, I am in/at peace.
Somewhere or place, I’m unsure if ascended or descended. But always here with you. In memory, in nature and wherever you find comfort. I am in/at peace.
Somewhere. But always here with you. In memory, in nature and wherever you find comfort. I am in/at peace.
Somewhere or place. I’m tired from working out if I am going up, or down and whether I’ll be at or in peace. I'll work it out. Up, down, at or in. I’ll be there smiling.
Hi Dugald
I bookclub together with your Mum, and met you once briefly when we were in your Ivanhoe home talking and enjoying the delicious food she had prepared. You came home, and stopped to stay hello. You probably don't recall the encounter, but I remember how I was struck by your radiant smile and demeanor. Time passed, and we are here now…
Your Mum sent me your substack, which I am now following. I wanted to respond, so this didnt feel like a one way traffic. I have been deeply moved by your thoughts, reflections and wisdom. You are an incredible writer, gifted with the same word craftsmanship of your Mum. I cant write as well as the two of you, but wanted to let you know how your reflections have touched me and accompany me as the days pass. Thank you for sharing Dugald. In peace and with gratitude, Ingrid
Always original and so special. Love you Duge, Deb xxx